Sun-Sweet
Sun-sweet
Sun-sweet,
I plucked your stem not for your taste,
but for the way you looked at me
when I strolled by on harvest day,
as you hung from flourished citric tree.
Sun-sweet
Sun-sweet,
I wouldn't dream of hurting you.
Why must one peel such wholesome love
to know if what they've picked taste true?
Sun-sweet
Sun-sweet,
The dawn approaches on swift wings
with morning's lively kiss in tow.
Such warmth is worthy of our praise.
Will you come with me to grace its glow?
Sun-sweet
Sun-sweet,
I'll lift you up towards open sky.
Please promise me that you will keep
the fragrance that you hold alive.
Let's bask in caramel rays of heat,
forevermore
Sun-sweet
Sun-sweet!
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